do you see this striving
no i am not like you
i am not like your faults
the more i say i am not
the more i testify it is so
we are one and same
but to be human is to defer
how we are identical and afraid
praise supposed uniqueness
this becoming possibly
a terminal desease
of denial and anger
we theorize on claims
of heroism and courage
stories of where we've been
but the bucket of self
is just that a bucket
broken in the bottom
even god or death
cannot fill it
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go beyond
your every thought
faults and every plan
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